Standing In The Rain

It is an amazing moment when you turn around after having walked for miles only to see the path you've taken vanish into thin air. Every uncertainty of a life remembered and re-remembered comes crashing down on you larger than you would've thought much larger than you can take for these weeds grow in the back of your mind neglect fertilises them and then they wrap around you and pull you down... Explosions of questions every one left unanswered can standing in the rain wash these memories away? Can standing under a falling wall of water get me clean of the muddled up feelings that are choking me and creating the hollow of loneliness in the pit of my stomach? Is there anything that can rid me of these tainted thoughts that are making me spin in vicious circles? Can I leave behind what I've done what I've endured and start afresh? Without the exhaustion of having come so far yet not have gone anywhere at all... Here I am, standing in the rain No amount of water can wash away the pain as my tears fall down without making a sound I smile because I know it was all false I am still alone, as I always was.

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